Rolling waves across the sea, Following horizons endlessly. Gently lapping foreign shore, Rolling on forever more. Flotsam drifting on the tide, On the waves the world to ride. Tropical storms and crashing waves Endless miles of splashing spray. Thunderous might and darkest night, Or glistening waves and twinkling lights. Choppy white or darkest green, A restless soul on mighty sea. Sweeping down into the spray, The deepest depth of emerald jade. Then up to the heavens into day, Washed again by lashing rain. Who is the master, who can say, above the heads of sailors graves.